my adventure

begins with a long road i picture myself lifted up floating i know i can do this now! and my vision pierces through light and dark like an arrow that doesn’t land there is no end

pay attention

to the way in which despite the cuts from endless sources the emerging growth an interruption of thought glimmers softly along your walk please pay close attention

visualizing purple clouds

seeing the infinite landscape stretched out before me cloud lines along the distant mountains  just a scribble on the paper in purple bleeding ink soaks into the page and down into where the mountain meets the water can you see it in double vision? as something from within your imagination, a picture within the mind…

living in reality

there is nothing fake about the sun meeting the earth it happens every day sometimes you are fortunate enough  to see the synchronicity of wisps of clouds weather bringing blue skies cloudy skies sometimes you are fortunate enough to see the moment when colors  where light collides and blends into itself pink clouds bright orange…

blindfolded 

like being blindfolded  and someone tells you  of the beauty that’s out there and you’ve only seen that in dreams and it’s hard to believe to hold even to picture in your mind what this way out could look like for instance are there people who don’t live like this? who aren’t affected? is a…

what i really mean to say

yea… i think most of the time  you’re not going to understand anything i’m talking about this is me reflecting my experience  which is only slightly annoying  only slightly annoying because it’s slightly disappointing  only slightly disappointing because i suppose i just assume too much  i only assume too much – like i’ve got high…

nonfiction fantasy

there’s a point where the fiction and nonfiction begin to blur cross over  into something  unreal real stories and words  that you can’t make you they make up a devisive narrative  confusing twisting contorting facts looking in the mirror doesn’t seem like such a farse now reflection is that what it is? the confusion is…

one day one night

one day the stars looked down on you and gently  kissed your lips it was like watching a pond filled with water where drops from rain all the sudden dropped and rippled out to the banks where water meets earth one night when all the animals slept so peacefully i could hear you walking it…

blindfolded 

like being blindfolded  and someone tells you  of the beauty that’s out there and you’ve only seen that in dreams and it’s hard to believe to hold even to picture in your mind what this way out could look like like are there people who don’t live like this? who aren’t affected? is a dream…